Love Like a Tide: Me and My Mother [Full Text]

"Xiao Zhe, get up and have breakfast." *Smack!* A light slap landed on my bottom. I immediately woke up, reflexively pulling the blanket over myself. It's July, and I have a habit of kicking off the covers at night, so I was only wearing my underwear. And recently, at 10 years old, I discovered that every morning, my penis would be erect. And in this house, only one person would wake me up. So, I immediately covered myself with the blanket, thinking, "How embarrassing!" A faint, yet deeply pleasant fragrance wafted into my nostrils. I opened my eyes in embarrassment and annoyance, and before me appeared a stunningly beautiful face: eyebrows like spring mountains, a nose like a hanging gall, lips like cherries, eyes like morning stars, and skin as white as snow, more delicate than mutton fat.

This is my mother, An Xiaoyin. She's 38 years old this year, but perhaps even God couldn't bear to let time damage her breathtaking beauty. Approaching 40, her skin is fair and smooth, with only a few fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but this doesn't detract from her beauty at all. Instead, it adds a mature and alluring charm, her face so exquisite it seems as if God painstakingly sculpted it. Few of the so-called beautiful actresses on TV can compare to my mother. With a little light makeup, no one would doubt she's only in her twenties.

Seeing me open my eyes, my mother smiled sweetly and said, "Get up and have breakfast, you lazybones." "Mom, it's a holiday, let me sleep a little longer," I mumbled, yawning, intending to continue sleeping.

"No, get up quickly! Didn't you say you were going to spend time with your mother during your holiday?" She grabbed my arm, trying to pull me up, but I, though only 16, was much stronger than most of my peers due to my Taekwondo training. She pulled but couldn't budge me; instead, she lost her balance and fell on top of me.

That snapped me awake. My mother, while not fat at all, was 1.68 meters tall with a curvaceous figure, full breasts and hips. So she weighed about 50 kilograms. That

100-plus kilograms of weight suddenly pressed down on me; I felt like the air in my lungs was being squeezed out. I reflexively hugged my mother, and then I froze. A soft, blush-inducing touch came from her chest—soft yet incredibly elastic.

I felt all my blood rush to my brain; I think my face must be as red as a tomato. Of course,

I knew it was my mother's breasts. "So big, so soft, so bouncy!" My mother didn't seem to be wearing a bra, and in my haste to pull the blanket over, it only covered her lower body; her upper body was naked. And Mom? a href=http://www.687bo.com target=_blank class=infotextkey>sexually narrow-minded and useless, mixed with the south, dirty and rough, washing, and suffering from the disease, silly and confused, fearing the persimmon rice.

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